09-06-2023, 03:15 AM
With the power coursing through him, his senses were enhanced in way that was familiar. Like there were times when he was blind folded, gagged and tied up- maybe spread eagle, maybe hogtied for that extra element of pain and strain- and then left in the dark.
Part of the experience was the anticipation and helplessness, listening, feeling for their return, imagining what was going on, what might happen. Being under the complete control of a Dom. And after however long it was, when they came back, every sound, every whisper even, caressed his ears and he could almost taste it. The sounds of objects and tools, of leather and the clink of metal a story. Every touch, rough or smooth, every pinch or shock or caress or tug, was so real as to be something he could almost see. It was experience cranked up to a level that would normally require X or Blue or something else to achieve.
This surpassed all of it. It felt as if every part of his skin was hand and eyes and nose and ears and tongue.
So when Rune pulled at his shirt, the cotton was unbelievably beyond soft rubbing against his skin. The air touching his now exposed chest was cool and brisk. The feel of her body under him, soft and hard, muscle and bone, his thigh lightly pressing against her sex, was curves and firm and inviting.
He pulled at her shirt in turn, gently negotiating it over her head even as he tugged at his own pants. The cold air at the back of him, the blazing heat of her body under him, icy heat that mirrored the flow of the Lady's luck as he rode those waves of lava and snow, of ice flows and molten steel.
Her face and his were breathed the same air, the smell of her filling his brain. His hand pulled on her pants, revealing her finally, honest and naked and open, before their bodies pressed together, letting him feel her naked skin completely against his own, experiencing her in a way he never expected.
And then he pulled back to look at her and smile at the wonder, before diving below those flaming frozen waves once again.
Yeah, so maybe the power while fucking was gonna be something he did from now on. Cuz this was shaping up to be as good as it ever had been.
Part of the experience was the anticipation and helplessness, listening, feeling for their return, imagining what was going on, what might happen. Being under the complete control of a Dom. And after however long it was, when they came back, every sound, every whisper even, caressed his ears and he could almost taste it. The sounds of objects and tools, of leather and the clink of metal a story. Every touch, rough or smooth, every pinch or shock or caress or tug, was so real as to be something he could almost see. It was experience cranked up to a level that would normally require X or Blue or something else to achieve.
This surpassed all of it. It felt as if every part of his skin was hand and eyes and nose and ears and tongue.
So when Rune pulled at his shirt, the cotton was unbelievably beyond soft rubbing against his skin. The air touching his now exposed chest was cool and brisk. The feel of her body under him, soft and hard, muscle and bone, his thigh lightly pressing against her sex, was curves and firm and inviting.
He pulled at her shirt in turn, gently negotiating it over her head even as he tugged at his own pants. The cold air at the back of him, the blazing heat of her body under him, icy heat that mirrored the flow of the Lady's luck as he rode those waves of lava and snow, of ice flows and molten steel.
Her face and his were breathed the same air, the smell of her filling his brain. His hand pulled on her pants, revealing her finally, honest and naked and open, before their bodies pressed together, letting him feel her naked skin completely against his own, experiencing her in a way he never expected.
And then he pulled back to look at her and smile at the wonder, before diving below those flaming frozen waves once again.
Yeah, so maybe the power while fucking was gonna be something he did from now on. Cuz this was shaping up to be as good as it ever had been.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods